As he extinguished his cigarette Tig regarded him, her eyes narrowed distrustfully. Was it the effect of his company or the cigarette that had made her abnormally forthcoming? Either way she didn't particularly appreciate her own honesty.

She gave a couple more puffs of the cigarette, distinctly aware now that she was the only one smoking. It still tasted abominable but she didn't feel like coughing up a lung every few seconds anymore. "Think you're too good for spite then?"

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